Page 39 of Finding Redemption

“It’s usually me who gets left.”An emotional lump choked me, my words causing the gold in his eyes to stand out more.

“Never, kitten.You’re mine.”

Given the reverence in his voice, I wanted to believe him.Ached for it.But it scared me.Too many people had hurt me in the past to completely drop my walls and let him all the way in.

He cupped his hand around my throat, tipping my head up with his thumb under my chin.“You are mine, Brooke.”

Despite the way my heart surged with hope, I remained silent.

His nostrils flared.“Say it.Tell me that you are mine.”

“No.”

He tightened his fingers around my throat, surprising a whimper from me that had nothing to do with fear or pain.My back arched, my breaths coming in slightly labored pants, causing my hard nipples to scrape over the material of my bra.Every cell in my body came alive.

Paxton’s pupils dilated at my instant reaction.“My kitten is purring for me,” he husked, his fingers flexing, earning another whimper that vibrated against his palm.“You like a little pain with the pleasure, don’t you, good girl?”

I nodded, unable to keep my thighs from rubbing together beneath my skirt this time.His touch, his words, his scent were all causing little explosions inside me.

“You’re so perfect,” he praised, lowering his head to nuzzle his nose against my ear.His breath scalded my skin.I felt his mouth graze my jaw, the slightest sting of his teeth before he licked the same spot.

“Please,” I whined, wanting him to kiss me, touch me rougher, make the ache between my legs go away.

“What do you want?”I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find the right words to explain what I needed from him.“Tell me.”

“You.”

“You have me.Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I spread my knees, causing my skirt to sweep up, exposing my thighs.As wet as I was between my legs, my panties clung to me.Paxton’s gaze drifted down my body, his inhales becoming sharper as he watched me squirm.

“If you tell me what I want to hear, I’ll give it to you.”

Heat burned my face, but my entire body was on fire, demanding I give in to his commands.“I…want you to touch me.”I stumbled over the words.“Between my…legs.”

“Such a good girl.”Keeping one hand around my throat, he trailed the other over my belly, down my right leg.He didn’t pause when he reached the hem of my skirt, but he caressed his fingers up the inside of my bare thigh, groaning when he reached my drenched sex.

“Ah fuck, kitten.”He shifted my panties to the side and strummed his thumb over the little bundle of nerves hidden there.“You’re soaked for me.”

His hardness tented his black slacks.It dug into my hip, and he thrust against me in a way that seemed unconscious.As if he had no control over what his body did.I reached for him, wanting to know what he felt like—there.

“No,” he gritted out, shaking his head.“This is just for you.Today has been too much for you already.Let me make you come.Forget about everything else.Just spread those legs wider for me.Let me taste that sweet pussy.”

I sucked my lip between my teeth.“But I want you to feel good too.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

Brooke

He kissedthe tip of my nose, an action that was so sweet compared to how dirty he was touching my core.He spread my lips with his fingers, holding them apart while he teased over my rosebud, drawing tortured mewls from me, making me feel like the kitten he called me so lovingly.I still couldn’t handle when anyone else used nicknames or endearments.But I craved his “kitten” and “baby.”

“Next time.”Wedging his middle finger into my entrance, he bit off a curse.“Too tight.Too goddamn tiny.I’ll have to stretch you out good before I even try to get my cock in this wonderland to keep from hurting you, kitten.”

“Paxton,” I moaned, and he pushed in a little deeper.It burned, but I loved it.More wetness gushed out of me.

“As soon as you come, I’m going to carry you into the bathroom.You’re going to take a long, hot bath.”

“With you?”I gasped, willingly spreading my thighs wider as he scooped up my skirt so it was pooled around my waist on the bed.Cool air from the AC brushed over my heated flesh, the wetness already coating my thighs.I shivered, unsure if I was nervous or cold or so turned on I couldn’t think straight.

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